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Discussion in 'The Okie Corral' started by [email protected], Sep 16, 2015.
I'm a high roller, I have lots of dinner guests.
Korean food is better served seated.
2 words: cattle prod
I just elbow my way past them. A good shot to the ribs and they drop their plate. I'm at the deserts before they know what happened.
Just remember, those who are tardy don't get fruit cup.
Seriously man, what the **** is wrong with you?
To quote the great David Lee Roth. . . . .
"I don't feel tardy."
Best spoken line in a song. Ever.
I have to remind myself not everyone was raised Methodist.
We learn potluck etiquette the way others teach catechism, and learn to space our tables in such a way a goaround is perfectly acceptable.
More salvation was fostered by the 12:30 potluck tradition once a month than all the traveling preachers combined.
After I tasered the first two, the others got the picture.
My family and friends can eat (or not) as much as they please.
You got that right!
I'm not bashful. I just say excuse me and push in front of them or go around them in the line. If they say anything, I tell'em they shouldn't be so slow.. that I'm growing old waiting on them.
My biggest dislike is the people who will pick out food items one at a times with tongs instead of just getting several with one grip of the tongs. Like getting fried shrimp or green beans.. picking them up slowly one at a time.. like getting 2 or 3 at a time will bruise the food or be to heavy for them to lift. Then there are the people who get 3 times what they can eat on their plates, don't eat it and someone else does without because of their waste.
Some people are indecisive, some are insufferable.
I follow my old mans rules which starts with HOW and WHERE they park their cars. (Under NO circumstances, do NOT block my driveway or my car)
Indoors, the alpha female is in charge of food prep unless I'm grilling the meat, then we simply MUST coordinate for timing sake.
Once the soup is ready, each parent must fix their young kids plates and the kids eat away from the grownups until age 15, when they can sit at the big kids table.
As alpha male, meat is carved at that position (head of table, w/ alpha female opposite), with plates being passed so everyone gets a chance to sneeze on each others food. Passing plates always to the right (sux to be sitting on my immediate left but you do get first completed plate). As plates are passed you tell whoever is holding it what you want added from the other dishes as they whiz by... a lot of commotion in this phase but whaddyagonnado?
Once each plate is prepared, the BLESSING.
Then you can dig in.
The smart males always hang in the kitchen beforehand so they can nibble and get run out by the wise females who are also nibbling.
Everyone takes their plates into kitchen for the wash and eldest kids must do that task, loading dishwasher, etc.
But other than that? Nah. Don't care too much.
I kid about me doing this. My Dad, however, did use those rules. It worked well when his 4 brothers and sister and my Moms three sisters and ALL of the cousins (23 total kids) were over tho...
I forgot to mention... Dad always made the kids go wash their hands and face before dinner and afterwards, as well as set the table properly.
Is he vart's new replacement? Or is he really vart?
I think the amount of time allowed would be a function of just how broken the plate is, and how fast the glue you provide to fix it dries.
Are these guests from your chain of rub n tugs ? Or the lady that gave you the side eye for using the phrase "turtle cleaning kit"?
When we host, we don't have a designated eating session. Everyone can eat when they want. The cold **** stays cold, the hot **** stays hot. Eat when you want. Eat inside, eat outside, sit with whoever you want. Whatever.